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Saturday, June 29, 2013

I'm writing this at 2 am because even though I signed up for Weekend Writing Warriors and Sexy Snippets earlier today I put off prearing the post until now, when I suddenly realized that I was going to bed without setting it. *smile*

Anyhow, it's a new month and to change things a bit from the previous week's Spanish Diversion snippets, today's sentences are the first lines from The Lost Mercenary, book 3 of my series "The Mercenary Tales".

#SexySnippets and #8Sunday Sentences

Kicking and flailing his arms, he frantically searched for the surface. His head shout out of the waterand he struggled to breathe, coughing and gasping for oxygen. A wave crashed against him, submerging him underwater once more. The pressure of the ocean combined with his clothes weighed him down. Desperately, he clawed at the water. His joints began to ache and protest, the wound at his side throbbed mercilessly, making him nauseous. The realization that time was running out hit him. Panicking, his movements became choppy and uncoordinated.

All he ever wanted was a
family and some land for farming. Instead, his dreams were ripped at
the seams by a ruthless king. Choosing to become a mercenary, Gregorii
has roamed the land clinging to a past he thought long gone—until
Emmeline stumbled onto his path. Now, his dreams resurface and hope
reemerges. The only problem is Emmeline’s defiance.

Emmeline has
a secret. An important secret. A dangerous secret. Few know her
mission. Fewer know her past. When Gregorii turns up in her life, past,
present and future unite and her whole world threatens to crumble.

How long will she be able to hide the truth from him? How long will her heart resist the inevitable?

Sara Michaels is single again. And she’s
celebrating her thirtieth birthday with a complete spa makeover and a day of
boutique shopping with her two best friends. After a ten-month battle for freedom,
a long weekend in Nashville, Tennessee is just what she needs to erase the
memories of a broken heart.

Jack
Tanner is the soon-to-be new partner at Chester & Dorsey Development Firm.
Jack’s love life has been on the back burner for years as he’s built a
successful career. But the moment he meets Sara, he takes a hard look at his
life and his priorities.

Sara
steps out of her comfort zone and spends an unforgettable weekend with Jack.
She’s never felt so carefree. Until she realizes too late that three days can
change everything.

As the song continued, Jack led Sara
around the dance floor in silence. When they rounded a corner, out of sight
from their friends, he leaned down and softly brushed his lips across hers. A
fleeting gesture. By the time Sara realized she had been kissed, he was
whispering in her ear, “I’m looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow. Could
I take you to breakfast before you head out to Beth’s stables?”

His breath on her neck made her feel
intoxicated. And something inside her wanted more.

After a moment, Sara slowly turned
her head and met his lips, this time kissing him back. She wasn’t sure where
her courage came from, but it felt good to be in Jack’s arms. It had been a
long time since someone had kissed her so gently or held her with such
reverence. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt desired, but she was
going to enjoy every minute. Even if on Tuesday she had to return to the real
world and her real life.

Jack urged her closer, but their
feet kept dancing to the slow rhythm of the piano and before she knew it, the
kiss was over. Watching a slow smile form on his lips, she could see his
pleasant surprise, mixed with a simmering heat.

“We’re leaving around eleven.”

“Then I’ll pick you up at eight.
There’s a café down the street from where Jenny lives.”

As the song ended, Sara turned back
toward the direction of their table. As Jack placed his hand at the small of
her back, his thumb gently rubbed against her skin, sending a flutter through
her stomach. He brushed one last kiss on her earlobe and whispered, “Thank
you.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

My husband and I live in the suburbs of Nashville, Tennessee with
our eighteen-year-old son and three dogs. When I’m not working or writing, I
can be found with family and friends. I love to bake in the winter, grill in
the summer, and on occasion, I sneak away from everyone and curl up with a good
book.

I hope you enjoy my stories. Each one touches on modern day issues, fears, and challenges
that women face every day. And each one illustrates that love is within reach
if you let down those walls and allow your heart to open. Our lives and
experiences are so much more meaningful when we have someone to share them
with.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Now, welcome to another TnT installment, the last one of the month of June! Today I have with me author Morgan King and her latest release, the anthology Her Type of Guy (yep, on Tuesday Doris O'Connor was talking about the same anthology- but that's the fun thing, different author, different story *grin*)

It’s not your first visit to In A Dream Beyond,
but it is your first interview, so I must ask: When did you start writing and
why?

I started writing a couple of years ago for a
few reasons:

a)I was reading too much and spending
far too much money on e-books.

b)I kept wanting to read a regency
ménage where the characters and story were genuinely believable and largely in
keeping with the period. Given that I couldn’t find one I thought why not write
it!

c)I’d had my son and only gone back to
work part time and for the first time felt that following your heart and doing
something you want isn’t just about having the time or opportunity to do it,
but the will power to make it happen. There was little time between being a
parent and working so it had to be about driving myself to use any time I did
have. Then I have to admit 90% of Duty to Love sat on the computer for 18
months after my twelve year relationship and marriage ended and I found myself
a single parent and single for the first time in my adult life. I spent a fair
bit of time rediscovering myself and before the end of 2012 the one thing I
decided I really wanted to do for me and to hopefully make something good out
of the year was submit my story, so I finished and did J.

What’s your favorite part of the writing
process? And your least favorite?

I find there are different points when I get
really excited; when an idea pops into my head that I know is going to work,
when my head and hands are on the same computer and the writing just flows and
when if it’s been a struggle it all comes together and the story is complete.

Least favourite would have to be when it’s
obvious something is not working and I have to cut bits out. I lovingly copy
and paste them into a separate document just in case they are ever needed
again.

Historical, paranormal, contemporary… what’s
your favorite genre?

Love them all!!! Historical is probably right
at the very top though, the others all like to jump and wave their hands in the
air to reach highest, it just never lasts for more than a moment when they do.

Tell us about your current release, what was
your inspiration for it?

My latest, latest is not just mine but an
anthology, which arose out of a conversation with some fellow UK authors. We
inspired and motivated each other!

Her Type of Guy (Naughty Short Story Collection)

For every desire, there's a man to meet it. Someone's annoyance is another's
kink. In this naughty collection of short stories, indulge your fantasies, and
follow our heroines as they find just the right type of guy or guys…

From bouncing cocks to virgins, slow coaches, true Scotsmen, and messy play
partners, sex toy experts and their mischievous friends—these guys are in need
of their ladies. Why is one guy too grumpy to believe, another always too
early? And can there ever be a future with a hired killer?

Only one way to find out. You might just meet your ideal guy.

What’s your favorite scene from this story?
Why?

This is my favourite bit from mine…

Do you have matching panties on?” He didn’t wait for her answer; hooking
his fingers into the waistband of her skirt he guided it to the floor, and let
her rest her hands on his shoulders as she stepped her feet out.

“I forgot, either you didn’t have any on to start with or you took them
off for me at the restaurant. No, don’t tell me. I think they got so wet you
took them off.” He leaned in to inhale her fragrance, his cheek brushing her
curls in an intimate caress.

“Oh shit.” The voice from
the doorway made Matt spin round, nearly falling on his arse in his haste.

…especially as I know what happens next.

In three to five words, why will we fall in
love with the main characters of this novel?

In terms of the anthology, because they’re all
so different, there’s something for everyone!

Now, how about a quickie?

Favorite time of day- Evening, when my son
falls asleep in my arms (even though he is 5). Less keen on his methods of
waking me up.

Coffee or Tea – I have a tempestuous
relationship with coffee, but never drink tea.

Sweet or spicy- Together please!

Beach, woods or city- I live near woods which
is fab, but would love to live closer to a remote beach.

Left or right- Left.

Top or bottom - Interchangeable.

Best song to make love to – I always remember
Sade (band and there music no just a particular song, the album in question was
A best of).

A personal anecdote… Hmmm….I once jumped into
an outdoor pool in the winter, here in England where it’s cold, with my clothes
on all because my brother offered me a whole bag of jelly babies. My mother was
not impressed and I didn’t get the sweets. I don’t think she was impressed the
time my brother and sister convinced me to play pooh sticks with my shoes
either, or when in Jamaica they threw my arm bands away from me in the deep end
of the pool and a lady in her Sunday best thought I was drowning and jumped in
to save me. Are you sensing the theme here!

Monday, June 24, 2013

Hi everyone and welcome to TnT Confidential! Before I introduce my fabulous author of the day:

If you're here for the Dirty Birdies Blog Hop then please scroll down orClick HERE!

Now, without further ado, I give you the fantastic Doris O'Connor and her latest release the anthology, Her Type of Guy (I gotta tell you, I love the title of one of her stories). Welcome, Doris!

Thanks so much for having me here today,
Elyzabeth to talk about my newest release. Her Type Of Guy is a
collection of naughty short stories with some fabulous Authors. It started off
as a fun discussion on our publisher's author loop one day when we were stuck
for inspiration. Morgan King started a thread about Naughty Fairy Tales and
what stories she could twist into one. The conversation turned a bit silly, as
we were discussing twists on popular children's books, and one idea stuck.

You can probably guess which book
inspired us when you look at the collection of our guys and their unique
talents and abilities.

*grins*

As we're all Erotic writers the stories
took a decidedly kinky turn. We have m/f, m/f/m, one story is paranormal, and
we also have a couple of sweeter ones. There is literally something for
everyone in the Anthology. You can pick it up and read a story, as you fancy a
quick romance fix. Naturally all the stories will leave you with that aww
feeling and more than one will get you rather hot and bothered.

That may or may not happen with my two
stories in this collection.

*winks*

****

Here's the Blurb:

For every desire, there's a man to meet
it. Someone's annoyance is another's kink. In this naughty collection of short
stories, indulge your fantasies, and follow our heroines as they find just the
right type of guy or guys…

From bouncing cocks to virgins, slow
coaches, true Scotsmen, and messy play partners, sex toy experts and their
mischievous friends, these guys are in need of their ladies. Why is one guy too
grumpy to believe, another always too early? And can there ever be a future
with a hired killer?

Only one way to find out. You might just
meet your ideal guy.

****

I'll leave you with a little excerpt from each
of my stories.

The Man With The
Bouncing Cock

Fuck that hurt.

Dean dropped the bar,
narrowly missing his foot, and grabbed hold of his still bouncing cock.

"Fucking hell, you
stupid, useless piece of shit. Will you just stop getting in my damn way? Go
down already, you wanking piece of ridiculous nonsense."

He yanked his smarting
member out of his sweat pants, and winced at the bruise already forming on his
sensitive underside. He'd caught the fucking thing with the bar on the way up,
and the instant sharp pain had brought tears to his eyes, and had caused him to
lose his grip on the weights. It wasn't the first time, this had happened,
but, fuck it all, I've had enough.

He shut his eyes and spread
his legs, pumping his swollen prick with much more force than strictly
necessary, visions of Amelie filling his mind. He shouldn't be doing this out
here in the open where anyone could see him but if he didn't get this thing to
deflate at least a little bit, he would explode.

In his mind's eye, Amelie's
luscious lips wrapped themselves around his cock, and his hands fisted in her
raven tresses, he fucked her mouth. In and out, faster, deeper, his vision so
real her flowery scent surrounded him, and he came with a hoarse groan of,
"Amelie."

Cum exploded over his
fingers, the sticky evidence of his release, reminding him of where he was.
Amelie would never give him head. He might as well wish for the moon. He
collapsed back on the weight bench, his dick already hardening again under his
fingers, and he shook his head.

The flowery scent increased,
and the fine hair on his neck stood to attention, when another scent
registered—the unmistakable musk of aroused woman, followed by the feminine
sighs of completion, as the unknown woman reached her peak with a strangled
cry.

Great, some chick was getting
her rocks off to seeing him masturbate in public like a horny teenager. His
cock bounced in eagerness, and he yanked his sweat pants up over it, wincing
anew as he caught his bruised underside.

"Enough, I'll cut the
fucking thing off before I put up with this anymore. Show is over, lady, and
I'm not interested, no matter what this thing between my legs says, so beat it
already. The man with the bouncing cock is going to bounce right out this
town."

****

Poor guy, I did rather
torture him in this story.

*evil grin*

****

Grumpy–pants

James ran an exasperated
hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. This is all he
needed, after the day from hell: some overeager employee staying late and
setting the system off again.

"Okay, don't get your
panties in a twist. I'll be there in five. And do not touch
anything. You'll only make it worse."

"I am not a complete
moron."

"Really, you do
surprise me, Miss…?" he drawled into the receiver. There was something
cock-raisingly familiar about that voice, laced with a hint of anger.

"Julie, and don’t you
worry, there is no chance of me twisting something I am not wearing, now is
there?" The dialing tone stopped any response he could have given and for
the second time that day, James smiled.

He took the stairs three at
a time, eager to get this over with. The first floor was deserted, bar the
station at the far end. An all-too-familiar delicious ass presented itself to
him, and he swallowed his groan, as his dick hardened instantly.

"Hmm, I recognize that ass."
He crossed his arms over his chest, and the owner of that curved perfection
froze for an instant, before she tried to scramble out from under the desk. She
bumped her head in the process.

"Ouch!" She rubbed
her head and reversed out of the confined space on hands and knees. "Damn
it, you're grumpy-pants?" Her voice held a note of panic.

Yep, definitely panicking.
He'd almost forgotten what a thrill it gave him to see a sub squirm, and unless
his senses were completely off, she was most definitely a sub. He'd sensed it
by the roadside and he sure as hell got the signals loud and clear now.

By the time she made it out
from under the desk his hands were itching to spank those firm globes and he
swallowed a groan, remembering her earlier statement, as she looked up at him.

"Tell me, do you always
come to the office without your panties, or was that statement just for my
benefit?"

She glared at him, and he
suppressed a smile at the awkward way she straightened up, and pulled the hem
of her skirt down.

"Tell me, would you
like to be sued for sexual harassment, Mister Grumpley?"

He laughed and her eyes
narrowed. Acting on instinct he stepped right into her personal space, and she
swallowed hard, when he reached past her to flick the switch on her PC. It
flickered and died again and he sighed.

"I should put you over
my knee for talking to me like that."

****

Yeah, I had fun with this
one too, and it took an unexpected twist. This one is the paranormal one. :-)

Glutton for punishment would be a good
description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily
basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from
adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with
children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive
husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do
after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the
locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her
characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will
find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any
peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and
sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as
they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting
love stories are guaranteed.

I started
writing about how I like guys with green or blue eyes and long hair and then I
remembered Joe
Manganielloand had to throw that
thought out the window.

After much
thought and research I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t have one
particular type of eye candy. What I do have to like yes or yes, is the Candy’s
face. It doesn’t matter how hot his body might be, but if I don’t like his face
(especially his eyes) then I don’t find him attractive. For instance, have you
guys heard of Cristiano
Ronaldo? He’s a Portuguese soccer player. A few years ago, I had some
friends that were obsessed with him. I don’t like him. Not one bit. Sure, he
has a toned body, but his face… yuck.

So, what’s
the thing you absolutely must like best in a guy to attract your attention? Answer
the question and you could win, besides the Hop’s grand prize, a copy of any of
my e-books, your choice! (check out the back list here)

* Sorry for only posting links to the images but due to the problems that some bloggers have found I don't want to get in trouble for posting images without permission. *

Alpha's Claim Anthology

The Crimson Rope Anthology

Spanish Diversion

Sinsperationally Yours Anthology

Welcome Aboard

A Decade of Longing

The Mercenary Tales

The Mercenary Knight

The Mercenary Slave (Book 2 of The Mercenary Tales)

The Lost Mercenary (Book 3 of The Mercenary Tales)

Wednesday Briefs

Your Hump Day Free Read

Nanowrimo

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